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Who are you to understand how to grieve, how to react and to live? Were you there? Did you see the blood? Did you hold her hand as she shut her eyes in pain? I was. I squeezed so tight so that she couldn't feel any other pain. Spoke words that I can't remember even remember right now. *rake hand through hair and sighs* I pulled her in and cradled what was left. Said *my* good-byes. So please leave me and my abnormal grieving attitude alone because I saw enough to last me a lifetime